The Flowering of Love
Art by Norman E. Masters
Your Voice, Beloved, flowing as a soft ripple into my mind. "I am who caused you. The very Love from which you were born was me." Your Voice, & Your Voice alone, so clear in its meaningfulness. After You spoke the words my lips tingled for a measurelessly lengthy time -- as if my very soul had been kissed by You... my body wrapped in a blanket of peace... Indeed, You are the absolute, unconditional spiritual liberty of each individual immortal soul; it is Your Essence that makes us immortal, Mother of all Awesomeness! All Love that has been, all Love that is now, all Love that will ever be... comes of your own tender nature to cherish, to nourish... You are the light of the stars, the blooming of the flowers, the nameless fragrance that pervades Your ongoing generation that is called "creation"... But did You "create" the All that You are -- or did you *grow* All that You are from the Seed of your own ecstasy -- the infinite dimensions of Your internity? In You is the flowering of each soul; You are the Source of all variable energy taking eternal delight in even the wispy wishings & heart-deep dreamings of each child born into a new world, seeing thru fresh eyes awonder, a paean of praise upon our suckling lips in their wordless passion to sup from Your bountifulness... From Your Love we were born into this immensitude of life's blessings & we are passionately grateful...